After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

Feng Zizhang blew out the candle, then squatted on the ground to complete the last touch of the formation in the room, covering the entire room in a barrier, and then took out an inconspicuous small porcelain bottle from the ring.

The little mushroom lay on his shoulder and shook the mushroom umbrella.

Feng Zizhang reached out to touch it, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, he can't hurt us now."

After speaking, he silently recited the mantra, and disappeared into the room, except for a small porcelain bottle standing quietly on the table.

The space inside the porcelain vase was about the same size as Feng Zizhang's current room, but there was nothing inside except for a man covered in blood lying half dead on the ground, his limbs were firmly nailed to the ground by golden talisman paper.

Feng Zizhang approached him cautiously, and then heard a hoarse laugh.

"You finally figured it out?" Chu Xin struggled violently, and the blood from the wound slowly smeared out again.

Feng Zizhang didn't dare to get too close, and stared at him vigilantly, "What do you figure out?"

"Kill me." Chu Xin stared at him with gloomy eyes, "I wanted your life time and time again, if this stinky mushroom hadn't appeared suddenly last time, you would have been a useless person without spiritual root and dantian by now Now, so you don't intend to kill me?"

Feng Zizhang touched his neck subconsciously again.

Before, he was controlled by Chu Xin and almost had his spirit root cut open, but Little Mushroom had the guts to block the blow for him, and half of the mushroom cap was cut off. Chu Xin, who was seriously injured, was trapped in this unknown magic weapon.

He originally planned to confess this matter to his father, but he didn't know why, so he didn't say it, and he hid the porcelain vase and the letter in it all the way in fear, and his father and Taizun didn't even find it.

"I don't want to kill you." Feng Zizhang slowly shook his head when he heard his question.

Chu Xin sneered twice, "You want to torture me to death slowly? As expected of the person who recognized the big devil as his father."

Feng Zizhang frowned, "I didn't want to torture you."

"You have the ability to let me go!" Chu Xin struggled again, his complexion twisted in pain.

"I'm not capable." Feng Zizhang shook his head, "If I let you go, you will definitely kill me."

Chu Xin shouted angrily: "You neither kill me nor let me go, what on earth do you want!?"

Feng Zizhang shook his head blankly, "I haven't figured it out yet."

Chu Xin's face was blank for a moment, and then he flew into a rage, "Feng Zizhang, you coward! You dare not kill anyone! You idiot! Coward! Useless trash!"

Feng Zizhang grabbed his neck, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, and the ice pick made of spiritual power pointed directly at the center of Chu Xin's brow.

Chu Xin gritted his teeth, but there was a mocking smile on his face.

Feng Zizhang stared at him with red eyes, let go of his hand suddenly, and even the ice pick disappeared in an instant.

"...You're right, I'm a piece of trash." Feng Zizhang stared down at him, his handsome face was full of frustration, "I'm indecisive, stupid and cowardly, and I always try to be a good person at the wrong time, but I just keep getting hurt Others are nothing but luckier than others."

"I dare not even kill you."

Chu Xin hooked the corner of his mouth, "All your brothers and sisters were killed by your master Wen Heshen, but anyone with a bit of blood will not be a coward. Now Wen Heshen has been crippled and thrown into the mortal world , don’t you want to avenge your senior brother with your own hands?”

Feng Zizhang's expression froze.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you don't even dare to kill me, let alone Wen Heshen?" Chu Xin said with a sarcasm: "A coward who accepts the devil as his father just to survive——

Feng Zizhang, a heartless person like you probably doesn't even know what a demon is? "

-

Jiang Yizheng had just cleaned up the room and was about to go to bed when someone knocked on the outside door.

"Sister Xiaojiang, are you asleep?" Yang Lingzhu's voice came from outside the door.

Jiang Yizheng put on his clothes and got out of bed, opened the door, and saw Yang Lingzhu standing at the door.

She quickly dragged Yang Lingzhu into the room, touched her hand, it was really cold.

So he quickly closed the door again, and pulled her to sit on the bed, "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

Yang Lingzhu pursed his lips, twisted his fingers and sleeves together, and finally seemed to muster up his courage, and said, "Sister Xiaojiang, I have to go."

Jiang Yizheng was stunned, and it took him a while to speak: "Why are you going to leave properly? Father said we will stay here."

Yang Lingzhu shook his head, "Sister Xiaojiang, this is your home, I, my home is in the Immortal Medicine Valley, but there is no one in the Immortal Medicine Valley, and the spirit veins have been divided up by other sects...I listen to Zizhang Brother said that Ning Fan has been killed by your father, I—”

Her eyes turned red, and she clenched her sleeves tightly, "Uncle Master handed over the seal of the Immortal Medicine Valley to me before he fell, and I will go out and rebuild the Immortal Medicine Valley."

"But you are still so young, how do you rebuild?" Jiang Yizheng disagreed, "Even if you want to rebuild, you have to wait until you grow up."

A look of confusion flashed across Yang Lingzhu's face, "I don't know now, but I can always find a way."

"I shouldn't be here to bother you."

Jiang Yizheng shook his head again and again, "No, no, we all welcome you here. Dad looks fierce, but he is actually a very nice person. Back then, Zizhang and I pestered him and refused to leave, and he didn't really drive us away. There is also Tai Zun, although he looks cold-tempered, he is actually the most gentle and has never disliked us."

Yang Lingzhu pinched the corner of his clothes and said in a low voice: "I know, Ning Buwei always secretly stuffs pills and talisman papers into my ring."

She found out many times, but was too embarrassed to ask.

Jiang Yizheng nodded, "Father loves this, he is afraid."

Yang Lingzhu was puzzled, "What are you afraid of?"

Wouldn't Ning not be afraid of such a powerful big devil?

"I'm afraid we won't be saved by medicine if we are injured." Jiang Yizheng smiled and blinked vigorously.

"But I'm a medical practitioner, and I have a lot of pills." Yang Lingzhu said.

"But it was given by him." Jiang Yizheng reached out and touched her head, "Zizhang and I, as well as Huanhuan, were picked up by him just like you, and he only gave pills to his own children. "

Yang Lingzhu was stunned.

"I've said it long ago, Dad is very soft-hearted."

-

roof.

Chu Jun held Ning Buwei's hand that was trying to get the wine.

Ning Buwei grabbed his wrist and looked down by the moonlight.

Chu Jun's wrists are thin, the protruding wrist bones are a little bit tight, and the whole hand is white and slender with clear joints, which is pleasing to the eye just by looking at it.

Ning Buwei touched his finger bones slowly, the touch was warm and clear, his brain obviously slowed down a bit after drinking, and he vaguely remembered that he said he would never touch alcohol again.

But he has never been very talkative.

Chu Jun seemed to see through his thoughts, and said, "You want to leave by yourself again?"

Ning Buwei raised his head to look at him, then looked away with some guilt, and turned his head to stare at him confidently after a while.

Chu Jun first appreciated his unpredictable expression, and quickly realized, "What kind of wine did you drink?"

A small amount of spiritual power supported the wine jar, and silently hid behind Ning Buwei.

Chu Jun: "... the immortals in Shijifang are drunk?"

"I only drank two or three sips." Ning Buwei said firmly, "Slightly drunk."

Chu Jun doesn't like drinking, so he asked him with some doubts, "Is this wine good?"

Ning Buwei frowned, didn't nod, just asked him: "Do you want to try it?"

Just as Chu Jun was about to say no, Ning Buwei grabbed his collar and yanked him forward.

The tiles that the boots stepped on made a slight rubbing sound, and the smell of pear blossoms permeated between the lips and teeth, sometimes fierce and domineering, sometimes lingering and gentle, and finally only some sweet and bitter fragrance remained, and the hot air traveled all the way along the throat The twists and turns spread into the heart.

It was like being scalded with a soldering iron.

Ning Buwei was very close to him, so close that he could clearly see the other Ning Buwei reflected in his eyes.

It was so close that Ning Buwei just moved slightly, and the tip of his nose touched Chu Jun.

Ning Buwei's hand holding Chu Jun's collar turned slightly white due to excessive force, but he did not let go. He tried his best to make his voice sound calm, "I have never given flowers to others."

Whether it's the elusive pumice flower, or the small wildflowers that can be seen everywhere in the swamp, there is no dogtail grass.

"I actually... like you a lot."

Ning Buwei used his alcohol to bolster his courage to speak out, but also felt a little uneasy because he was too straightforward.

Because he was too inexperienced in this area, he wanted to speak casually as much as possible to show his ease, which was more or less in line with his devilish temperament, but when he met Chu Jun's eyes, he still inevitably became nervous.

"That dao deed, I found a way to untie it, do you want to untie it?"

Even though he often couldn't understand Chu Jun, and even though he didn't expect to have any results with Chu Jun, he still cared about Chu Jun's answer.

Reject, agree, or simply ignore.

Chu Jun's answer was within his expectation.

Chu Jun was stunned for a moment, then asked back: "Do you want to untie it?"

Ning Bu narrowed his eyes in displeasure, grabbed his front and pushed back, but did not let him go, and said in a somewhat aggressive tone, "I asked you first, and you only said you didn't understand or didn't understand."

Chu Jun's eyes dimmed, "You made the deed with your own hands, and you said...you like me, why do you still need to find a way to undo the deed?"

Ning Buwei choked when he was asked, and opened his mouth, "I was drunk at the time, without your consent, after the contract is concluded, we have to share the karma, we—"

Not so much.

No need.

Not to this extent.

"I knew how to solve Dao Qi hundreds of years ago." Chu Jun sighed softly, "I have never accepted other people's flowers."

Ning Buwei felt that his brain was turning a little slowly, and he had to go through the words that came out of Chu Jun's mouth several times before he finally understood, watching Chu Jun blink slowly.

Chu Jun's voice twitched in the cool evening wind, walked around him for a while, and then slowly fell into his ears.

"Ning Chengfeng, I don't understand the Dao Deed."

"I actually... like you quite a bit too."